Roxy

The gait was flawless. No sound was made. But sound could be heard. Two-leggeds buzzing in and out of rsurants dumping food and trash into the garbage cans. Fewer and fewer of them came, after mealtime slowly slithered away and the clients became scarce. Ivory audits raised, curious hazel voids studied the door where the last human came from. Her long appendages lifted, stepping into a puddle, she raised her paw out of it, shaking it quickly. The milky femmora padded her way over to the red door which the human came from. A light and a light only lit the area back there. Her nares flared briefly. Her paws quickly took her to the newest bag of trash. Sniffing around; banner swishing with happiness. "Its like they want me to have it."